Twelve Kisses Read Free Page B

He knew from the moment he had stirred to
find her lifting the sheets. He had heard her breathing quicken and
felt her gentle fingers, more and more on him. He did not know yet
if she still loved him—he hoped and prayed she did—but now it was a
gift to him that she wanted him.
    The knowledge made him smile, made him confident; where
before, he had been too arrogant. He longed to snatch her up and
holler to the rooftop, but he lay quiet, letting the joy surge in
him.
    “ Oh!” She had noticed he was awake in other ways. Her cheeks
darkened, but her eyes were limpid, and she did not flinch
away.
    “ May I claim my first Christmas kiss?” he asked.
    She lay looking at him, all eyes, and wet her lips with her
tongue.
    Chuckling, aware of what she needed now more than she knew
herself, he wrapped his arms and legs about her and pulled her
gently to him. He kissed her, allowing her to become accustomed to
his long hard nakedness, his maleness. Smoothing her hair back from
her flushed face, he kissed her eyelids, one after the
other.
    “ What do I do?” she asked, almost a wail. She lifted herself
from his chest, her eyes hastening downward. “Does that… Does it
hurt?”
    She had not known an aroused man. How could she, being a
virgin? In youth, they had been closely chaperoned. Tenderly, he
shook his head. “Do not trouble yourself, sweeting.” He kissed her
chin then explored her mouth again with his. “Truly, it does me no
harm.”
    In truth, he ached like the devil, but he would not trouble
her with that.
    She worried at her lower lip, still uncertain, and he thought
of a sweet remedy. He already knew she liked her bottom fondled,
and it was certainly no hardship to him to do more. “Roll over,” he
whispered.
    When she did so, he bundled the covers over her and hastily
added more wood to the fire, to warm her. He poured ale for them
both and handed her a cup. Alis sipped it like a child, propped on
her elbows, her breasts brushing against the sheets. Gorgeous
breasts, too, with pink nipples...
    “ Lie down now,” he murmured and gulped his own
drink.
    As the fire caught again and bloomed, he shimmed the sheets
down to her ankles and slipped a pillow under her hips. The better to present those pert, round
apples.
    He kissed the top of her spine . “Here is my first Christmas kiss.” He brushed her
left shoulder blade with his downy chin. “And here.” Blowing on her
right shoulder blade, he followed that with a kiss. Slowly he
trailed his lips and more kisses down the length of her back. “And
here.”
    Her bottom was perfect. He kissed one round, smooth cheek,
inhaling her intimate, salty perfume. She made him at one and the
same time rampant and dizzy with desire. To thrust into her was a
need as painful as a toothache, yet he held off, struck by her
trusting, languid state. He brushed his hand over her back and
down, cupping her graceful nether curves. Her breath gushed out in
response, and he saw her slim legs tighten.
    “ More here.” He caressed and kissed, and she began to arch her
back, lifting herself toward him. “Alis, sweet, Alis.”
    He covered her bottom with light, swift kisses and brushed two
fingers slowly along her inner thighs. Her legs parted, and he
heard her whisper, “Sweet, so sweet.”
    Gently, he touched her in her intimate place, easing and
exploring her tender folds. His fingers became damp with her
essence, and she gripped the sheet in her fists, moaned and reached
for him, her dark eyes fixed on his. He meant to kiss her breasts,
but the glow in her face, her yearning, was too
intoxicating.
    “ Close your eyes,” he murmured, increasing the speed of his
roving fingers between her legs. “Feel me.”
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    The sweet tickling in her womanly parts was increasing to a
wild throbbing. Alis kept her eyes tightly closed, afraid he might
stop otherwise. David's hands, his mouth seemed to be everywhere on
her, and she wished to do the same for him, yet how?
    He was kissing